Used in Context: After 5 months of being married I decided to start eating healthier. Fletcher agreed to support me. As you may know, Fletcher is tall, dark, and handsome. Along with that he is not so stocky, to say the least.
One morning Fletcher was getting dressed and he puts on his pants and nonchalant says, "Welp down a belt size." I just stand there with the most disgusted look on my face (AKA the sass attack). How could Fletcher be losing weight when he wasn't even trying? Had Fletcher known my inner struggle I am sure he would not have been so insensitive during such a crucial moment in history.
By the look on my face he could tell something was wrong. He responses with the classic "ET-OH" face. I then begin to laugh. He comes over to hug me and I tell him through sniffles my frustration of feeling 'chubby'. As always, he makes it better.
Other Notes on the Sass Attack: Usually after the Sass Attack is received by the Sass Attackee the Sass Attacker feels extremely guilty and breaks down. In short, husbands are always the best.